Month: July 2016

Apologies for the last two weeks of silence. I haven’t written much. I’ve been trying to sort out book 2 and 3. I don’t want to write the end of book 1 until I know how book 2 begins.
I have a vague outline for the main plot in book 2. I’m using the same process to outline the plots as I did in book 1. Continue reading →

This is my 42 year old cousin Jon tonight, on a respirator, in the ICU barely hanging on.

Gifted people are not those that can act and are good at sports. It is those sensitive, caring, loving people who have been given hate, pain, and abuse their whole lives. Yet they still return with love for the world. They hold the key.

Currently how our society is set up, is we treat the most caring sensitive souls like garbage. The ones who could save humanity are in psych wards, detox facilities, and treatment centers. Until we learn to embrace these gifted souls, our problems will continue to mount and destroy us. We embrace the wrong things and this is the result. We are killing them off. When they become extinct, we will all go away. It can be cured. The solution is simple. Love. Find an addict or someone with…

Puddles form beside the ditches, growing into floods that take over the road. Hesitating, listening intently for the sounds of cars approaching. Taking a hop, skip, jump and filling my shoes with water. Cars pass, no room to avoid the wall of water they displace.
8 AM shivering Continue reading →

I’ve joined the group Insecure Writer’s Support Group. Every first Wednesday of the month, they ask a question, that I as a writer will answer. It is a way to meet new writers, and make new connections. And as the title of the group says, to support the insecure writer. Here goes:

I’ve been sick for the last two weeks. My motivation plummeted, I wrote 1500 words this week, 3000 words the previous week.
I tripped over something. My boyfriend caught me. I was confused why I was suddenly in his arms. I looked back to see what I tripped over, but there was nothing there. I spent the week doubting myself and ruminating on my self-pity. Being sick, I wasn’t getting much sleep at night, tired and upset during the day.
And of course the fear. Continue reading →